September 29, 2009
I woke up on Sunday morning to find what appeared to be the remains of a small mammal on my bathroom floor.
"What is that?" I asked my husband as I leaned in for a closer look.
My husband poked the pile of hair with a pencil. "Where did that come from?" he asked.
The answer pranced in a few seconds later.
"What's up with the hat?" my husband asked my six-year-old daughter. She was wearing a church dress and a Phillies baseball cap.
"Any idea whose hair this is?" I asked, pointing at the pile.
My daughter thought it looked like Kellen's.
All of your brothers have shaved heads," I reminded her.
"Let's see the damage," my husband demanded.
After several minutes of cajoling, Camber finally removed the cap.
"Do you like my new bangs?" she asked.
My husband gasped.
I bit my knuckles.
Always the perfectionist, my daughter went the extra mile and gave herself a fancy mullet...which actually doesn't look nearly as bad as I thought it would. Thank goodness for thick and wavy hair.
Let me have them! Tell me your kids' haircutting stories.